The Seventh Dream
There is always a job, money, clients.
The key is surviving in the meantime, paying rent and staving off the next Damned apocalypse. Often literally, if those jackasses from Hell actually get out.
With Ghosts and Dreams and Echoes of universes past floating around, it’s not always so easy. Rumors of the Wild Hunt are beginning — a large enough deal struck and dropped to let the Monstrosity itself roam the streets of Seattle to devour.
That shit isn’t good for business, though, and right now I’ve got a voicemail about a certain nun who needs a certain briefcase, and I’m particularly skilled at asking just enough questions to cause a little trouble. Should be fun.
Let’s get to work.